Bethany Cooper was feeling old, lonely and depressed. This was partly due to the hundreds of college students milling around her in the atrium of the Prentiss College Student Union. For her, they were a reminder that she had recently turned 36 and that her prime years were well behind her. She felt this way every time she attended one of these career fairs,...
We had decided to eat at the restaurant again tonight. It was a wonderful day skiing the few downhill trails that they had. We ended around three thirty up on one of the lower tops but right above our chalet. I could see it a mile or two away at the bottom of the hill. The piste that we were on finished two doors away from our chalet at the end of the r...
Kayla sat in the chair at the table that passed for Josh's desk and looked around in the late-morning light as some of his music blasted and thumped through the old building around her. He'd told her to grab whatever music that she wanted from his CDs and his laptop for her MP3 player and she was sifting through his Counting Crows CDs at the moment, looking...
My name is Becky and my husband Bud convinced me to try my hand at a letter. Bud wrote one almost a year ago about me and how brainwashed my mother had me. You should really read that story first before you continue reading this one. Read 'The Doctor Changed My Wife'. Like Bud said, I grew up in a small town in central Georgia, population around 2500. The...
"Have you heard anything Tracy?" Mrs. Jones asked her son. Who was busy playing the latest video game on the TV in the living room. "No mom," Tracy said, his controller making the staccato tap-tap-tap his mother loathed. "I've been accepted at several schools, but no scholarships." "I told you to play sports," Mrs. Jones said. "How many times did I tell yo...
These two chapters, his and hers versions, describe something close to what really happened. The accounts are based on true events but embellished, hopefully for erotic value. All this took place back in the wonderful days before AIDS, before rampant STDs, and before thigh-high stockings replaced pantyhose as standard leg wear for the American woman. Yes,...
You ever had one of those days when you've been neglected for so long by your husband that your mind starts to wander a bit? Really? Me too. I'm Lisa. I'm thirty-seven years old, married to Randy for ten years. He travels a lot, so I'm home a lot. I have black hair, I'm five-foot-five, very slim and fit and tanned. I tan a lot around my pool and had been d...
[Note: The hotwife in this story is, well, a wife, right? That means she has a husband. When she gets hot, he becomes a cuckold. You following this, Annony? Get over it, or read a different story. Oh, yeah, one more thing -- BTB is a fetish and has no place in Loving Wives.] *** Tracy and Don Elliott, empty-nesters in their late 40s, supplement their incom...
Some readers have written that my stories aren't believable enough. They don't believe that what's in my stories could really happen. I think that's funny because most of my stories are based on something that truly happened. To be sure, I greatly alter the true part of the story, to make the story more interesting or sexier or to make the sex even sexier. B...
Three in a Tent Made for Two: When she's dumped, three hot guys save the day. * They were concentrating on their badminton game now, and had stopped glancing across at me. The lake glinted in the sun. The hills were a dove grey. Campers dozed or chatted outside the tents lining the field. Outside our A-frame tent, we sat in canvas chairs, my boyfriend T...